His genitals were to be stimulated against his will throughout the day for every remaining day of his life. His cock was now but a plaything for his m...stresses and a source of misery for him. He was property and his most intimate being now only existed to bring pleasure to others.And pleasure, it went without saying, was a thing of the past for the boy. What used to be his greatest source of enjoyment was now nothing but a tool of his own violation and torture. Of breaking him and his own will. His nose hit her butthole and then his tongue and she went head down ass up for him. Buster could smell his bitch in heat, and he didn't care who was watching. Bubbles closed her eyes in shame as she let him mount her naked body. This time she had given herself willingly, not by some freak accident or miscommunication. He was already humping, searching for her opening, and he tightened his grip on her sides. She was a bit squirmy, and dropped low, too low, and his hot, thick doggy cock. ‘She was one of my best friends. How is she doing? I sure miss her. We had some of the best times together. No girl could play sports like that girl. She was better than most guys. I really loved that girl. Tell her I would love to see her again,’ smiled Carol. About that time, another good-looking woman walked up to us. Carol introduced us. ‘Cindy, this is my cousin Jeff. He moved here from…’ ‘West Virginia,’ I said. ‘Before that I lived in Kentucky. Carol used to come down and visit during a. We have to look into this more deeply; this has to be explored between the two of us." But not now, not while the moon is so potent to us, we cannot be sure of what is real, and what is just its influence on us."He rubbed against her suddenly, letting her know what her body was doing to him. "I know what is real; I know that what I am feeling is real."It seemed that by doing that he was working himself up again as his brown eyes speckled with yellow and gold, he pulled her closer, and would.